Random musings on anything, just the right length to go with a cup of tea.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What the...?

I was sound asleep last night when I was startled away by growling and hissing. I have no idea what they were both doing in the basement. There's nothing down there for them. The litter boxes remain upstairs for the time being. I could hear them "arguing" with one another. But the growling quit and I rolled over.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, there came the angry, very angry sounds of a cat fight in my basement. Before I could fully awaken, up the stairs they came, through the kitchen and living room, down the hall and Mija lands on my legs while running away from Pilchard. They were angry. She hit the floor after landing on me and there were hisses and yeowling and growling and meowing.

I've had altercations before, but nothing like this. I don't understand why this is happening either. Are they vying for my attentions? I try to be equitable in distributing affection. Is Mija egging Pilchard on or is Pilchard just plain going after Mija?

After yelling at both of them, Mija settled down for a bit. I noticed she has a small scratch on her nose. Pilchard is so hard to settle down to clip nails but I'm going to have to do the kitty burrito and get those feet clipped, angry cat or no angry cat.

But I can't have this. I need to go to Iowa for an overnight and I don't want to be worrying that my cats are beating each other up. This morning, when I got up and they ran into each other in the hall, the ears went back, the fur raised and they hissed and growled as if they were seeing each other for the first time.

/sigh I love each of them equally. I love Mija for being a noisy, affectionate cat who has taken to following me about the house. I love Pilchard for being a huge bundle of fur who is stand off-ish but, when she wants to cuddle, the look on her face is priceless.

I don't love cat fights, however, and particularly at 1:15 in the morning.

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It's taken awhile to realize I'm truly in the middle of the ages. I'm a sometimes grown-up but if you want to walk in the rain without an umbrella, I'm all in. I like cats and reading; writing and cooking; chocolate and playing World of Warcraft; hot tea and hot cocoa; the Iowa Hawkeyes and jazz; counted cross-stitch and Scotland; just sitting on the deck doing nothing but sitting and visiting museums to expand my knowledge; watching the sun come up and standing in a cornfield at night trying to find the constellations. Thanks to rheumatoid arthritis, I'm walking a road I didn't expect to be walking, but I'm trying to make that route fun. You'll find I comment on all sorts of things. Thanks for stopping by.